Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Television,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.